To see a glimpse of god
That sets your soul alight;
The truth; complete, unqualified,
Perspective cannot fight.
A child untouched by reason;
A thought unblemished, clean;
The innocence the ancients seek
Is here, but never seen.
The guardians of daily grind
Are crushed beneath the feat;
Of tiny laughing children,
Who’s wonders never cease.
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